The things we do for one another

in a lukewarm bath
with you perched 
on the side 
I watched as you 
scraped pink curls
off the soap 
before you told me
you needed a walk
and left
but before I heard
the latch I heard
your voice
on the phone
and I wondered if 
absent mindedly 
biting your nails
later that night 
you would taste 
that soap or if 
someone else might

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